Quotes About Emotions

Jean-Christophe Grangé

Les lettres que l'amour trace en nous ne sont jamais plus faciles à déchiffrer que sur la page blanche d'un esprit non préparé.

Ce qui avait pris fin, au fond, c'était la redoutable contradiction dans laquelle elle s'était enfermée : n'aimer que pour être aimée, s'offrir mais pour acquérir celui qui vous reçoit, enchaîner l'autre dans le sacrifice qu'on prétend faire pour lui.

Il créait dans leur couple une zone d'ombre d'où pourrait sortir le meilleur comme le pire.

Il était plein d'un sentiment de puissance qui, après tout, était peut-être perceptibles par ces êtres intuitifs que sont les femmes.

But if neither sadness or rage could unite us, I didn't know what could - the more I wanted to identify with her, the more I identified with myself; and the more I tried to understand her, the less, necessarily, I succeeded: the failure of an intelligent mind to grasp feeblemindedness was dark and deep, no less than the failure of a feeble mind to grasp intelligence, because intelligence got its shape by not understanding the thing it could never be.

I need to feel strongly, to love and to admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe. A letter from a friend, a Balthus painting on a postcard, a page of Saint-Simon, give meaning to the passing hours. But to keep my mind sharp, to avoid descending into resigned indifference, I maintain a level of resentment and anger, neither too much nor to little, just a s a pressure cooker has a a safety valve to keep it from exploding.

I shed a few tears as we passed the corner café where I used to drop in for a bite. I can weep discreetly. People think my eye is watering.

Today is Father's Day. Until my stroke, we had felt no need to fit this made-up holiday into our emotional calendar. But today we spend the whole of the symbolic day together, affirming that even a rough sketch, a shadow, a tiny fragment of a dad is still a dad.

Like her father, Bess never forgot a hurt or a service.

Sometimes Robert believed one thing and sometimes the other, and he wondered if that was true of all those who loved too much and in vain.

The wolves howl bluer than Billie Holliday, but they don't spoil my song.

Love is terribly sincere and great. I suppose that is why so many people are afraid of it, and so few can live up to it. — Bliss Carman to Gladys Baldwin, 1915 (age 52)

The body shuts down when it has too much to bear; goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive.

When I look at my life I realise that the mistakes I have made, the things I really regret, were not errors of judgement but failures of feeling.

She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that's partly why they love me, and partly why they leave

Oh, how I wish I could make those who see my work feel the splendors and terrors of the night! One ought to be able to make people hear the songs, the silences, and murmurings of the air. They should feel the infinite.

I'm saying that I'm a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me that you're okay with that, because it's who I am, and you're what I need.

Why don't I just give you a pair of my panties to hang around your neck? Then whenever you feel jealous, you can wave them at whoever's pissing you off.

I have been stabbed, shot, burned, bitten, beaten unconscious too many times to count, and even staked. None of those held a candle to the pain I felt at seeing his mouth on hers.

When it came to portraying couples who never directly connected, the Newmans were the Olympic gold champions

He wants to plead not guilty by reason of grief. She knows grief is a kind of insanity. She knows.

Someone once told me that the only good advice for grief is to stay hydrated. Because everything else is just chingaderas.

There's a tug-of-war in his heart already, between wanting to remember and needing to forget.